FixAfrica

I’ll worship the sand beneath your feet And put you before my needs. I won’t die for you! No! My love is no fairy tale love. I choose to maintain my sanity whilst I dust the sinews of your heart with gold. I want to be able to tell them when they ask Why I loved you so That I loved you with every active part of my mind, And that you were my all. My best friend, my mother and my sister. They saw me smile from canine to canine Whenever you were close to me. What they didn’t know was that I was dying inside And that I was alone when I was with you. You seemed so distant So I decided to build a bridge to get to you But before I could set up the pillars of the bridge The avalanche of your anger tore  them down’ You didn’t want me to be your hero… And all I wanted was to be your god. And now you tell me you’re leaving Leaving? But you were never here? Here with me For us to feel the love I had for both of us  I’ll survive w...

I froze in my tracks and stared in utter disbelief. And the young infant boy strudded at your side gave out a piercing cry that caused my heart to shrink. Your black cotton hair I last remembered you with now looked like black patches on a diseased fruit and your happy eyes now shone dull like a dying star. And of all the places we anticipated to meet after school...why did it have to be here. ...in line with asylum seekers? My dear friend, "Are you running away from life too?" I'll keep in touch,I'll miss you" you said,  holding back tears and hugging me with a choking tightness. I watched you closely as you  whisked off in your mother's waiting car. You meant more to me than you knew. You filled my high school days with rib rupturing laughters and good memories. Secrets shared in the depth of dark nights... sitting on trunks... eating in the dormitory... breaking rules and feeling the melange of anxiety  and thrill it gave us. Non-conformity ...

- There is something depressing and yet satisfying about drinking wine from a tea cup. It means I’m messy kind of sad…but my non-conformist soul wouldn’t allow me to drink from a wine glass. - I like music that breaks my heart. Music so sad it leaves an invisible gaping hole in the depth and hidden fibre of my heart. It is unnecessary pain but it makes my heart strong. - Yes I said it. I won’t apologise. -    Am I the only one who thinks myself too good to be true…that I’m afraid a jerk would find me and not know how to love me? -  There are days when I just feel like laying in bed and ceasing to exist.  -   I like the idea of love, but I’m afraid to love and be loved back. I like Love sautéed in smoldering kisses, company in solitude, warm lingering hugs and hearts beating in unison. Something pure. I’m looking for a kind of love I can’t find in mankind. Love that is here, present, physical, now.  -   I’m afraid to fail. I’m afraid I'll m...

He loved the darkness in my eyes And I loved the sea that rolled in his We became one in a gaze The world was lost to us What was race?

The news of my father’s death hang heavy on our necks like the chains and shackles of a thousand Salaga  prisoners. The cries of twenty five newly widowed women pierced the thick darkness the moonless night brought, leaving it empty and completely dead. The only light that shone through the night was the happy flickering fire in Pokuya’s eyes. She was Papa’s youngest wife, and still in her prime. Perhaps, the sad news in itself was liberation to her forcefully captured heart, and as much as she wanted to hide how she felt, she couldn’t shed a single tear. She went unnoticed by the other wives who were stuck fast in a herbal bath of nauseating melancholy. Any woman who did not cry when her husband died was branded a witch per the custom of Nsuma.   I am an outcast. I am a griot. I am a loner who often sits under this Iroko tree with a chewing stick in one hand and my chin resting in the other. My bulgy eyes are pregnant with unseen and untold secrets of passers-by. No one...

Blinded... strapped... Fist Clenching... Sweat dripping... Lips quivering... In the gyrations of an Akan fetish. I lay pallid in the deafening silence of the darkness that holds me hostage against my will It is only my eyes that shine light through to my desperate soul, when worry and fear grips my aching heart. And my dreary life becomes as sinking sands.  Our mouths collide In a satisfying kiss... where quivering flesh meets fragile glass... Your toxic sputum courses through my veins... re-awakening the numbness in my soul. My heart pulsates with every drop of burning ecstasy that you bring. My tears drown in your essence  and we become as one. You swirl with beauty, with grace and with the symphony of my throbbing head. Let my life's journey be as smooth as the quick course of your existence mingled with mine Allow me to devour every hope you give oh  sweet sparkling spirit! And hear my thought's mantra. Let me embrace you in my soul's mel...

When you walked into my life, I was black And then you filled it with color and glitter… And everything nice. You span me on your love’s carousel And I reeled with pleasure! I twirled round and round                        UP AND                                 DOWN  till I was hit by a frightful dizziness, I drowned myself in the murky waters of your love. My conscience gasped for air And  I lost my direction... And when you saw that I couldn’t find my feet anymore...  You left me in a convulsive fit of needing you I wanted to be so close to you. You became too used to me And as you left you gave me a cold sneer, and walked away with ten thousand pieces of what was left of me  hanging on your breath... But I knew on the day you walked aw...